On the wings of hate.

For Sargent Kelly these cases always seem to drag on. For the last few months he has been working this case day and night. This week he finally caught a break. In the form of an informant from the fifth district.The man laid out the information he has been searching for. According to the informant two men from the gang known as the El toro were directly responsible for the death if the young lady. Kelly has Been lurking these streets and filthy backyards waiting for the chance to nail the two murderers. His baggy pants and dark hoodie have done well to hide him among this sea of evil doers. Twice he has purchased drugs from scumbags today and makes a mental note of their faces and location for future busts. The young girls face is still burning in his mind as he recalls the brutal rape and destruction of her small body by these sick bastards. Kelly rounds the corner of twelfth and oak and is suddenly surrounded by dozens of hoodie wearing individuals. A tall young man pulls Kelly's hoodie off and a shockwave of gasps escape the crowd. In an instant he feels fists and feet colliding with his body. Pavement meets with his face as he is beaten to the ground.He hears them screaming that he ha no right to wear the hoodie, white trash, cracker, die they shout. He tries to stop the horde of angry black youth as they beat the life out of the veteran police Sargent. The last thing he thinks of is the young black girl whose life was taken so easily. He has no idea that one of the assailants who is beating him is actually the brother of the young girl he has been trying for months to help. Finally one of the attackers lands a blow to the temple that renders him unconscious. The grey of the streetlit night fades to black for the officer. The angry gang has no way of knowing that officer Kelly has been fighting the good fight for this neighborhood for years.They will have no way of knowing that their anger over Treyvon who was himself a gangbanger has costs the entire community dearly. They have taken the life of one of the few who really cared for this community. Kelly feels a hand lifting him from the pain, he looks up into the eyes of the young girl from the crime scene. He cries as the realization of his final moments upon the earth are seen. She holds his hand and whispers it is ok! "Why do they do this?" he asks."They are afraid." She answers. I tried my best to find your killers he tells her.I know but they will not be judged until they get to where we are going now. The simple truth of the matter is that fear has ruled the day when it comes to this whole Treyvon case, racism is alive and well in the black community as well as in the white and hispanic. I fear that many more lives will be lost over the emotions of this case. And the simple truth that an angry troubled young man attacked another and paid with his life will be overlooked when the battle ground happens on our American streets. Hate, Jealousy, Fear. A dangerous combination.. Remember the Rodney King riots. He was guilty and still many were killed ar beaten while Los Angeles burned. Wake up brothers and sisters before it is too late.